“In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you.” John 14:2 (NIV)
Death appears, at first glance, to be such a tragedy. A loved one will never hug, kiss, or laugh again. The blooming flowers of spring have passed; the icy, bitter winter has come. Hopes, plans, and dreams that once burned so bright have turned to fading embers.
But weep not at my wake. My race has been run. I have kept the faith and served the Master. He has called me home to serve in a place that needs no sun, for the Master Himself provides the light. My tears are wiped away by the Father, so shed none for me.
As I walk the streets of gold, all my earthly troubles seem far behind me. For memories of anger, arguments, war, and hate are found no more. The Great Physician has ended my pain. He has taken away all my sorrows and my shame.
As I entered the gates, I saw the one who died for me. My breathing became quick, my body shook, and tears flowed like a swift mountain stream. I kissed the hands and touched the feet that were pierced for me. We now walk together down heaven’s way. So laugh, sing, and celebrate with me. For I have gone to my real home, to the land from which I came. No, weep not at my wake, for I now walk hand in hand with the one who walked on water.
Copyright 2007 Timothy E. Davis